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He'll wrap you in his arms,
 tell you that you've been a good boy
 He'll rekindle all the dreams
 it took you a lifetime to destroy
 He'll reach deep into the hole,
 heal your shrinking soul
 But there won't be a single thing
 That you can do.
 He's a god, he's a man,
 he's a ghost, he's a guru
 They're whispering his name
 through this disappearing land
 But hidden in his coat
 is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
 He'll get you some
 You ain't got no car?
 He'll get you one
 You ain't have no self-respect,
 you feel like an insect
 Well don't you worry buddy,
 cause here he comes
 Through the ghettos and the barrio
 and the Bowery and the slums
 A shadow is cast wherever he stands
 Stacks of green paper in his
 red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares,
 you'll see him in your dreams
 He'll appear out of nowhere but
 he ain't what he seems
 You'll see him in your head,
 on the TV screen
 And hey buddy, I'm warning
 you to turn it off
 He's a ghost, he's a god,
 he's a man, he's a guru
 You're one microscopic cog
 in his catastrophic plan
 Designed and directed by
 his red right hand 
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